Life in a Bottle
Life in a Bottle
There’s blood flowing, chest thumping, heart beating.
But am I living?
There are faces all around-
Looking at me, looking past me,
Laughing with me, laughing at me,
Faces I know, faces I don’t
Yet all our feet not ready to give in as we waltz our ways to a full life,
But! But, am I living?
Can I feel my feet? Or my face? Or their faces?
This body disappearing into nothingness
The eyes gleam lesser, the blood runs colder
And I keep dancing to their tune till the ‘end of the abyss’
But tell me! Am I living?
Oodles of laughter, careless laughter fill the void around me,
I’m still running, overwhelmed and proud of all I have.
As the laughter resounds in my head, it slowly begins to haunt me.
I see no one around, my own voice echoing from the barren walls
All I muster, am I still living?
There’s thunder one moment, an excruciating lull another
The deafening blinding city engulfs me, like a lion feeding on his kill
I fling and Leave my limbs hoping to loosen the jaws of the lion
One last struggle…and I give in thinking.
Let it go! Was I even living?